Returning from a visit with my daughter-in-law and grandson once again magnified the sacrifices made and stresses on our troops and their families.
I sat across the dining room table in a home on Ft. Bragg (NC) from my daughter-in-law, helpless to find words or actions of comfort while tears rolled down her cheeks, her cell phone always at her side.
A place at the head of the table, empty yet again; an impeccable Class A uniform hanging at attention in the closet waiting for its’ owner to return from yet another tour of duty, number 4 (5 if you count New Orleans, post-Katrina).
I imagined this same exact scenario in many homes in Ft. Bragg, Fayetteville and across the United States.

